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Call It Genocide
by Tim Murphy
For just a moment,
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listen to the voice
that wants to call it
a war, that sees war as
something winnable,
even innocent, righteous,
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Love Beans
by Katie Coleman
Leena’s coffee mug perches on the counter, telling her, ‘You Are Loved.’ But then she withdraws her spoon and angles the mug to her lips. As she swallows, thoughts of far-flung jungles emerge, where coffee beans ripen, where buildings have fans, and local people sway as they pass by arms linked with elegant partners.
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3 poems
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From Above It All Looks Like Patchwork
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2 collages
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2 poems
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3 poems
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Fisheating Creek
by Patricia Asuncion
Read More »Dew’s coolness heightens anticipation as the canoe
slips into chocolate silk water like a slow, meandering
water snake coiling through cypress,
its tongue taking in all the primordial sensations.
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Rain man
by Christian Ward
The consultant called me
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rain man because I conjured
downpours every time
my medication was due.

